The divorce had been emotionally nasty. The cheating bastard lied to me for five out of the six years we were married. Fortunately we didn't have any children so after the divorce, we agreed to split everything down the middle. We each had half the debts and half the assets and that was the end of that. Two years later, at 30, I'm still single and harbor a hatred and lack of trust towards men.

I continued my teaching position as a high school teacher but I became less and less enthusiastic and more recluse since the divorce. I focused all of my energies around work and less with social activities. My sex life had gone from bad to non-existent except of course my obsession to masturbate, which was my refuge for relief

As the summer break got closer Amy Jenkins, another teacher at the school, middle aged and a good friend when I needed one, offered to let me use her cabin. She knew I was a little broke and probably couldn't afford a cruise or something like that, and she also knew I needed a well-deserved break.

Amy and John had owned the cabin on the lake for years and when they relocated to the states, they decided to hang on to it figuring it might be a retirement option for them later on. Amy told me that it would be an ideal place to inspire me to write my book and help heal some lingering personal hurts. Amy and her husband had not used the cabin in years and all she asked was that I clean up around place and stack some wood for next winter since they planned on getting up there for Christmas. Amy had drawn me a detailed map, made a list of how to turn on the water, electricity and told me to make sure I arrived in the daylight because it's so dark at night I'd never find the roads. Perfect I thought. All by myself to think things over and get my life back on track. My life has been on hold since the divorce and now with two glorious months on my hands, I might even be able to start that book I've put off for so long.

The trip from Ohio to the Northern Ontario cabin by car was twelve hours and I decided to stop overnight Toronto to take in the sights before heading up north to the cabin. Amy was right. The lake was so peaceful and the forests were breathtaking. The cabin looked a little run down but rather quaint and definitely inhabitable. It had a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and a cozy sitting area with a large stone fireplace and two large windows one on each side that afforded a clear view of the lake. The cabin did have some luxuries, a satellite dish antenna, a fridge and stove, a small shower and simple furniture. The location was breath taking. The cabin was on the edge of a Lake Resolve surrounded by dense forest, very private and secluded.

It was around four in the afternoon when I got there and I decided get my things unpacked and go over the checklist Amy made for me. All of that now done, what now? Here I am all alone and excited about the new adventure reassuring myself that this had been a good idea. After fixing something to eat I decided to try out the TV. Amy was right, there were only two snowy local channels but there was always the VCR. Amy told me about the general store and they had some videos I could rent. I decided to venture out there tomorrow. I made a nice cup of coffee, sat on the deck and enjoyed the view of the sun going down. There was a telescope in the cabin and I set it up outside and scanned the shoreline for civilization just before the water extinguished the light of the setting sun. I could see other cottages spotted along the lake in between trees and most were very secluded. This was so beautiful I thought. I went in and slipped into my robe, and with nothing on underneath, I settled back on the rocking chair outside on the deck and listened to the night.

The night before when I was in Toronto the bright lights of the X rated video store signs caught my attention and I figured what the hell, nobody knows me here, I bought a couple of XXX rated movies to add to my growing collection figuring it would be a long summer. I decided that tomorrow night I'd watch one and fuck myself into frenzy. God I needed it I thought to myself. It had been at least two years since I was fucked. I'm thinking to myself, what a looser. I've gone out on three dates since my divorce and all three turned out to be jerks. Here I am at the prime of my life and I have to resort to vibrators and fingers. Ah that reminds me, good thing I brought it. There was no one around to bug me, and no one around to worry about. The night was so siren and the half moon glimmering over the quiet water. I stood out on the porch and let my robe open free to enjoy the night. The air was warm but my nipples still went instantly erect and aching to be touched.

I thought about my body, and for thirty, I didn't look too bad. Most say I look much younger since I'm only 5'5", 125 pounds. I keep my blond hair shoulder length and my best features are my face and legs. My measurements are 32c, 25, and 36. I'm rather on the small side everywhere except I think my butt is too wide, at least for my size anyway. I try not to let the fact that I have small breasts bother me, but I do wear padded bras and overall I guess I'm not too bad. Strange thing is lately, when I masturbate in front of the mirror, the sight of my small breasts almost flat and boyish really turns me on. Since the divorce, I've begun to notice other woman. As confusing as it sounds, it sort of turns me on. On occasion I would admire the way they dress, check out their legs and sometimes try to imagine what they would look like in just a bra and panties. For about a year now I've dismissed these thoughts as just plain old not getting any sex and I'm horny as hell. What really confuses me is I have some of those images in my mind's eye when I finger myself into frenzy. I've even considered exploring these emotions further but I'd be scared shitless to actually act on it. I retreated back into the cabin and as habit has it, I slipped my fingers deep inside my damp pussy, and for the next twenty minutes or so, I considered the possibilities.

The next morning I had coffee out on the deck spent and the rest of the day getting acquainted with my new surroundings. I unlocked the shed and dragged the canoe out to the dock. I did a little dusting in the cabin and aired the place out and found a fishing pole and some tackle. There were some people on the lake and at nearby cabins so I decided to take the canoe out for a little spin around the shoreline. About half way around the lake I noticed a picturesque little cove and steered the canoe towards it. It's so lovely I thought. I brought my little note pad and a pen in case I had any brilliant ideas for my book and I thought to myself, I could really get some serious thinking done around here. Maybe I could figure out how to get out of this mental funk I'm in. As I rounded the edge of some large rocks, not more than 500 feet from me and nested in amongst the trees was a pretty little cottage and from my vantage point I could see someone coming out onto the deck and laying on a lounge. I had to take a second look. Did I see what I thought I saw? Lying on the deck was a nude woman soaking up the sun. What the hell I thought. I felt instant panic as if I had intruded on some ones privacy.

In my panic to try and turn around, the paddle made splashing noises and to my embarrassment, she raised her head and saw me. How embarrassing I thought. The woman waved and I clumsily returned the wave. She motioned me to come over and with that she slipped on a robe and stood up. I clumsily paddled up to the dock as she strolled down the short path to greet me. "Hello there" she said, "You're new up here," "Yes I am" I replied smiling. "I didn't expect to find anyone around here, I'm terribly sorry if I disturbed you, I didn't see your cottage until I rounded those rocks" I sounded like a blubbering idiot. "No problem, it's always nice to meet new folks," she said. "I'm Jan, Jan Harris, can I interest you in a cup of coffee or something?" she asked. I was trying not to stare at her near naked body. Nervously I said, "Yes I'd like that, thanks." I tied the canoe to the dock and climbed up. Jan appeared to be in her late 40s to early 50s, she was nicely tanned, and had a nice shape for a woman her age. I was sure that underneath that robe, this woman was completely nude. If were me in her situation, I would've scrambled inside but that was me I guess.

"This is quite a setup you have here" I commented. "I'm Rose Brooks" I said and reached out as we shook hands. Her bronze tanned hand felt dry and callused most likely from too much gardening and not enough moisturizer, but never the less she was friendly. We walked up to the deck and Jan said just a second I'll be right back with the coffee. "It's nice here," I said looking around and commenting to her as she slid open, the screen door.

"Yes we love it here. We don't get many visitors so it can get lonely at times but there's always something to keep busy with" she explained. I thought to myself, yes like lying around nude, and I smiled to myself at the thought. We sat and sipped coffee and I told her how nice it was of Amy and John to let me use their cabin. I hope to be inspired to write a book this month but if I got bored, I'd head back home. "Well Rose I'm sure you'll find enough around here to keep you busy. If you get bored, come on over and I'll show you some of the local caves and the local bar." You're kidding, there's actually a social scene around here," I said sarcastically. "Of course there is" she replied with a friendly tone. "Mind you I'm about the youngest babe around here and I'm 52. During the summer months a lot of wives stay up here. Some of the husbands are retired and some like my husband take four and five-day weekends to be here. During the week, he stays in the city. We have some thing going on all the time up here," she explained. "I had no idea really," I said in amazement. "I didn't realize there were so many people around here." "You'd be surprised what goes on up here," she said with a smirk.

Jan seemed very nice. During our second cup of coffee though, I noticed her robe loosen and open slightly. I couldn't see part of her bare breasts and could tell she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I could see her crossed legs through the glass top table and thought to myself they certainly were one of her best features. Jan looked to be in reasonably good physical shape. She seemed so self-assured and confident in the way she spoke. She had only one grown daughter and Jan had been married for 35 years. She told me she was always interested in art and a few years ago she took a few lessons. She spends most of her time painting. "I love art as well," I told her. "I couldn't paint if I tried but I love Monet, his colors are so brilliant." She smiled and nodded in agreement. I took an instant liking to her. I told Jan about my ideas I had for my first book and I was teacher and divorced. "Say Rose tomorrow I was going over to the old cave mill to paint. How would you like to join me? I'll bring a picnic lunch, you can bring a good book and we can soak up some sun while I paint. This place is beautiful," she said with excitement. "What do say?" "Well sure I guess that sounds like fun" "It's settled then. I'll come by with the boat around 11:30." We had chatted for what seemed only minutes but I glanced at my watch and noticed it was almost one! "Dear me! It's one already, where has the time gone? I really need to get going. Thanks for the coffee Jan and it was nice to meet you" I said "Tomorrow will be fun, " she said. "We can catch some sun." "I'd like to see some of your paintings sometimes" I commented. With that I climbed into the canoe and gently paddled away.

My thoughts were reeling from one mental image of Jan to another. All the time we were chatting, she captured my interest. I tried not to be obvious when I looked at her sitting across from me in her loosened robe and me knowing she was wearing nothing underneath. I thought of her legs and how sexy they looked through the clear glass table as she crossed and uncrossed her legs each time causing her robe shift just a little to allow it to ride higher up her thighs and reveal some more. What the hell was going on with me? Shit this was crazy. Last night I was finger fucking myself to the images of porno video queens and today I'm getting wet over a woman almost twice my age. Shit never mind the age dam it, it's another woman, what the hell am I thinking? I had to admit she had a definite effect on me. As I paddled the canoe as fast as I could, I was feeling that familiar tingling in my pussy and when I looked down, oh my God! I was wet down there. Oh shit! I hope she didn't notice. God I'm so embarrassed.

That night as I skinny-dipped in the lake to take a bath, I couldn't help thinking about the day's events. I wondered if she was serous about catching some sun? Did she mean in the nude? I fingered myself to sleep that night with the thoughts of Jan rubbing sun tan oil all over me.

During breakfast I questioned myself. I realized being up here on my own allows one to do some deep soul searching and self-talk. Did I really find Jan attractive, I mean in a sexual way? I was never into woman except of course in fantasies sometimes, but I didn't think that counted, did it? I would sure like to find out more about it sometime. At some point in my life I'd like to explore the other side I thought. I was looking forward to exploring the lake and I had packed my sunscreen, towel, note pad, pen and sunshades. I spent the rest of the morning planning out what chores I could do around this place. Like clockwork, she was right on time. I heard Jan shouting from the dock, "hey! Rose, what's up?" I waved back as she brought the boat over to the dock and tied it off. Today she was wearing a straw hat, a bikini top that showed off her large at least 36d size breasts, and a pair of kaki short shorts that showed off the rest of her. I knew she had her bikini bottoms on underneath because I could clearly see the outline of her bottoms through her shorts. Her tits sagged a little and bounced as she climbed up the stone steps from the dock to the cabin and I noticed her thighs were wide bigger than my own but solid none the less. Her legs were defiantly her best feature. I couldn't help notice as she sauntered up the path how attractive this woman was for her age. I'm thinking wow! That is one set of tits! We made some small talk and I showed her some of the things I was planning on doing around the place. Jan was genuinely interested and commented how she had been here years ago before Amy and John moved to the states. They knew them only casually. "You have everything? She asked. I nodded and we jumped into the boat.

The boat was just a small aluminum fishing boat with a small engine. We slowly trolled along the shore and Jan pointed out several points of interest. We cruised slowly by a swimming dock just in front of an A frame style cottage and a young girl waved to us and shouted out "Hey Mrs. Harris!" "Who's that?" I asked. "It's Emily Anderson, Julie and Bill's daughter, she said. Her and her Mum stay up for the summer every year. Emily works at the general store a couple days a week." We pulled into a secluded cove as close to shore as possible and waded in the rest of the way pulling the boat onto the sandy shore. "This place is enchanting,"

I said "I told you you'd love it here" she said, pleased with herself that she was right. We found a nice flat spot atop some huge rocks. There were four large pools of water where the rocks had formed and water overflowed from one pool to another and then onto the lake. The water in those pools was as warm as a hot tub. "I come here all the time" Jan said. "The water is so warm I sometimes soak and bathe in there for hours sometimes" We spread out a large blanket and Jan raised the wicker basket as if to say let dig in. She pulled out two plates, forks, two stemmed wine glasses, and a chilled bottle of Reunite. As we nibbled on our sandwiches and salads the wine went down like ice-cold water on a deserted island. I couldn't help but be amazed how beautiful this place was. The sound of the birds and the view of the water made it seem more like our own private paradise.

After lunch we sipped our wine and just took in the day. "Last night I heard something outside" I told Jan, "I was scared shitless." She laughed.

"It can get scary sometimes you never know what lurks outside your door at night" Jan said in a funny eerie tone of voice. We both laughed and finished our drinks. I enjoyed having company and especially Jan's company.

It's been a long time since I've been able to open up a little and sitting with Jan was very refreshing. I hardly knew this woman but even so, I thought she was a warm and sensitive person.

The rest of the afternoon Jan painted the rock formations on a canvas and I actually started writing some thoughts down for my book. Jan had situated herself about 20 feet behind me up on a large rock and I was lying on my tummy, down on the blanket propped up with my arms, facing the water working on my tan. I turned around to ask Jan how it's going and to my surprise, she was sitting on a rock behind her easel with her top off. "Oh my gosh!" I said out loud unintentionally. "I hope you don't mind," she laughed. "I hate tan lines," she said casually and continued to paint. "It is a free country you know," emphasizing the word free as she spoke. "You should try it sometime it's very liberating." " I would I guess but I'm a little embarrassed" Embarrassed about what silly" she mocked, "It's only us girls for heavens sake." "Easy for you to say," I said "you have tits to bare, me, I'm flat as board, I hate them." By now I was feeling very self-conscious of the whole situation "Well if its any cancellation Rose, I think you have very nice tits, and besides, they'll never sag when you get to be my age. Lighten up" she said humorously, you're on vacation! I wanted to. I really wanted to bare it all I was thinking. With that, I sat up and nervously removed my top. The sun felt wonderful on my breasts. I felt proud of myself to muster up the courage and I was getting very aroused.

Jan continued to paint and commented, "now, doesn't that feel much better?"

I must have dozed off because when I awoke, Jan was laying on her tummy on the blanket beside me eyes closed and enjoying the sun as I was. We lay there in the sun for a while both of us in a half sleep just enjoying the day and Jan rose and climbed up into the rocks and jumped into the water. I heard a splash and decided to join her. The water's warm" I commented as I eased in and we kidded and splashed around. I tried not looking at Jan's tits but that was easier said than done. This whole experience had already had an effect on me. When I get back today I'm going to make myself come silly, I thought Maybe I'm just too prude. I should just accept this situation for what it is, a casual and private swim with a friend, and besides, I am on vacation! We got out of the water and gathered our things.

"Jan, that was the most relaxing time I've ever had. I'm having so much fun. Thanks for bringing me here" I said gratefully. "Your welcome sweetie"

I knew you'd like it, there's always something to do around here." "Hey let me look at your painting," I asked. Jan had painted the rock formation that she was facing and on the ground she painted in the blanket and the picnic basket, the bottle of wine and two glasses. I also noticed she had started to outline a figure. It would be the image of me lying on my tummy on the blanket. "Oh Jan that's so beautiful." I said. "We'll need to come back and finish it sometime." she said. Just then I felt a rush of emotion and a tear came to my eye and I lifted my head to face Jan and gave her a hug and said "thanks." Realizing only then that our chests were bare and had brushed against each other for just a few moments. For a moment I felt a rush of pleasure deep in my lions.

On the boat ride back I joked with Jan and asked if she always hangs around half nude and she laughed and said, "any time I think I can get away with it." " I guess I'm quiet a prude" I told her. I've lived a sheltered life but I did go skinny dipping one time with my girlfriend Sarah when I was around eleven or twelve. Does that count?" Jan laughed and said "ok we'll give it to you." She dropped me off at the cabin and said she would be going home for a couple of days for a family wedding and should be back with her husband sometime next week. The rest of the day I cleaned up around the place and then decided to drive to the general store for milk, bread, some snacks and maybe rent a video. "Hi!" came an enthusiastic and chipper greeting. "You're the lady that's living at the old Jenkins place right?" "Ah yes I am. I'm Rose. Rose Brooks" "Nice to meet you Mrs. Brooks my name is Emily Anderson. "Please, just call me Rose, and I'm not married." I said. How did you know where I lived? "I overheard my Mom and Dad talking about it last week that a friend of the Jenkins was going to using the cabin for the summer." Emily was a thin tall girl about 5'8". Her hair was jet black and pulled back into a ponytail. She was a pretty girl and looked like a typical teenager complete with gothic style makeup.

"Actually I saw you today with Mrs. Harris, I was the one on the swimming deck waving this morning remember?" "Yes of course, I guess you work here?"

I asked "Yep, a couple of days during the week and on the weekends. Keeps me in gas money and helps me from getting too bored," she said. "It was nice to meet you." I said. "See you next time."

The next day was another wonderful day. The sun was shinning and after a light breakfast of fruit and bran flakes, I settled down at my laptop and actually started write my thoughts to page. In the last few days I had figured out a main plot, identified some of my characters, and had roughed out chapter one. It was going to be a spy thriller. My experience of such a wonderful day with Jan was still fresh in my mind and each time I thought about her I became excited. The other thing was these new thoughts and feelings I began experiencing the past few days. Thoughts of Jan and her casual attitude towards nudity had me intrigued. Was I attracted to her as in sexual way or was I infatuated with her because of her charm and wit.

Today I was confused about my newly aroused bi-sexual feelings. I was as giddy as a schoolgirl. The clean air and sun was relaxing and for the first time in years I was feeling good about myself.

So, I thought, what was I going to do today? I thought of Jan and realized that last thing I wanted to do was interpret her the wrong way and risk embarrassing myself. I wondered if Jan was a lesbian, after all, she was married! Was she trying to come on to me, is she just being nice. I was never very good at reading people. Oh well I thought, I'll just play it by ear and either way I'll consider her a friend. By noon I couldn't resist.

My mind was hell bent on going back to the secret cove and explore. I packed some snacks, ice and I figured four beers, should be enough. Lets see, book, lotion, beer, ice, junk food, that's it. I loaded the canoe and paddled off. I was getting familiar with the lake's shoreline and as long as I kept close to the shore I could get around. With skill I pulled the canoe up to the shore and laid my stuff and blanket out and popped open a cold beer. I explored the area and saw some foot trails leading into the woods. They looked like cool bike trails and wished I had a bike to check them out but I wasn't going in there alone. After rubbing some sunscreen on, I looked around and considered removing my top. What the hell, there's no one out here. Without a second thought, it was gone. The sun felt warm to my skin. Looking around and seeing that I was alone, I slipped out of my shorts and bikini bottoms and I instantly felt free. I rubbed lotion all over my naked body and especially on my breasts. The last thing I want is a burn on these sensitive little babies I though. I found a comfy spot on the blanket, put my walk-man headphones on, and lay on my back to relax and enjoy the warm energy rays of the sun.

Meanwhile Emily saw and recognized Rose as she paddled past her parent's and cottage figured out that she might be going to the cave pools. Thoughts flashed through her mind as she remembered all the things she learned there. Beth, the daughter of friends of the family was three years older than her and at fourteen, Beth was much more developed than Emily. Beth spent two summers with them when Emily was eleven and twelve. When you're only eleven, a fourteen year old seems all grown up. Both girls would ride their bikes on the trails and one day they found this perfect spot. One thing would lead to another and after a few dares, both girls mustered up the courage to go skinny-dipping. Emily was always amazed at how much more developed Beth was. Beth had hair on her pussy and her breasts were more than just two bumps underneath her T-shirts. Beth would always reassure Emily that one day her tits would be big and would probably have a sexier body than her. Both those summers, the girls were inseparable.

Emily had a hunch and hoped that Rose might be going there. "Mom, I'm going out for a bike ride, see you later" she said in a raised voice as she mounted her bike and headed toward the trails. On the way she reflected back on all the fun her and Beth had sneaking up and spying on people. Some would just come and explore the cave with nothing interesting happening and other times boy friend with girl friend couples would come and neck. That was cool. Emily still gets horniest when she's peeking. The best peeking was when Mrs. Harris would go there. The first time she saw Mrs. Harris there she was with her husband. They looked around for a while then left.

After that Mrs. Harris would come a lot and always by herself. She always took her clothes off and would either paint or just lay and suntan.

Sometimes she would take a bath in the cave pools. Mrs. Harris was old but Beth and Emily liked watching her lather her body and shampoo her hair.

Mrs. Harris had the biggest set of tits Emily had ever seen. Beth and Emily couldn't keep their eyes off her. Sometimes they would lay perfectly still in the trees for hours watching in amazement. From that spot Beth and Emily had their first lessons on sex. Emily remembered how bushy Mrs. Harris's pussy was and then one day it was bald and smooth just like hers. If anyone caught them there, they would be in big trouble so the girls vowed to keep anything they saw or did their secret. Both girls shared the same bedroom in the cottage; each had their own beds. By the second summer, after a peeping session on Mrs. Harris, the girls giggled and talked about her in bed one night. It was on that night that Beth showed Emily how to get herself off. Beth told her that when she gets all sticky and funny feeling down there, to put her fingers in her pussy and that makes it feel good.

Eventually both girls started to practice kiss and play with each other and got pretty good at it.

Now it wasn't long before Emily reached the cave pools and snuck to the edge of the tree line with caution as she had done so many times before.

With anticipation she saw her there. Her hunch was correct. Emily was amazed at the sight of Rose. She looked so sexy lying there. Emily could see that Rose's breasts were almost flat and reminded her of her own. See noticed that Rose looked almost boyish but yet sexy. She could see Rose's neatly shaven pussy, a narrow patch just above the slit, and she made a mental note to try that sometime. Emily quietly undid her jean shorts and slipped her hand down to her pussy as she had in this very spot so many times before. She came fast, hot, and hard and she wished Beth could be here to help her along.

Emily wanted to talk to Rose again. She wondered if it was such a good idea just now but after thinking about how to approach her, she figured on just riding her bike off the path and into the clearing. It would give Rose enough time to see her coming and cover up. Unfortunately for Rose, her headphones prevented her from hearing Emily's approach and it wasn't until Emily had rode across and momentarily blocked Rose's sun did Rose open her eyes.

I was in a half sleep and was suddenly startled by a voice. "Hey Rose" Oh my God! I screamed, "oh my God, oh my God!" In a panic I searched for my top for something, for anything to cover up with but couldn't. Feeling really stupid, and in a panic, I crossed my arms over my chest to cover up.

"I'm sorry if I surprised you" said the familiar voice. "Oh uh hi Emily," was all I could blurt out. "Oh my God I'm so embarrassed." You startled me," I said nervously still looking around for something to cover up with.

I was thinking where the hell is my top dam it? As if she could read my mind, "It's right behind you," she said. "Thanks. After a few moments of panic, I asked, "what brings you here?" "I come here all the time," she said. I've been coming here since I was eleven". "I didn't think anyone knew about this spot" feeling stupid after I had said it. "Everyone around here knows about the cave, I come here all the time to think and hang out,"

Emily told me. "How old are you anyway?" "I'll be seventeen next month," she said proudly. "I'll be in the grade twelve." Which is how the Canadians describe their senior year I gathered. "You in college?" she asked. "Thanks but no, I'm thirty years old. That must seem ancient to you" I said. "No not really. You look so much younger" she complimented. "Uh Listen Emily, I'm sorry about what you saw, I thought I was all alone here," I said so as not to scare her off. "I hope you're not offended," I said apologetically.